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You, me, and the moon. Our ménage à trois will end Ecstatically. ----- As you cross the room, A swaying sensuous storm, You sweep me away. ----- Entwined, embracing, Torn by warring love and lust, Giving each fair share. ----- Close as we can be, As if sun or wind on skin, Let us touch with love. ----- Ignore the mirror, It sees you not as I do. My heart sees the truth. ----- Seated beauty waits, He treats her cavalierly, She deserves better. ----- One last nervous step, Close the night outside and turn, Running to my arms. ----- How daring are you? When the storm howls in the night, Will you seek my arms? ----- If you laugh today, See yourself as beautiful, I smile with true joy. ----- Woman of beauty, My eyes see you as you are, Weeping in their joy. ----- Beside the ocean, Lovers walking hand in hand, Sharing sun and sea. ----- Each night, I muse, Anxiously awaiting the arrival Of you, my beloved, Stepping from the dark Into my heart and arms. I feel the pressure The warmth, The encircling possession Of your loving arms, And, in reverie, I hold you to me Until sleep overtakes me, And spirits you away. ----- Dove outside my door, Coos to his mate as I do, Hoping you hear me. ----- Too old for loving? That would be too old for life. Loving you is life. ----- Donovan Baldwin

"Where have you buried the poet?" Asked the lady solemn and grave. "Madam, we're sad to tell you, There wasn't that much to save." "Where have you buried the poet, Where does his headstone stand?" "Madam, we're sorry to tell you, He's not buried in holy land" "Where have you buried the poet, Serene valley or pleasant hill?" "Madam, we don't remember him, Since his pen's been so cold and still." "Where have you buried the poet, His bones, where are they interred?" "Madam, all that remained was a box Of his papers with every word." "Where have you buried the poet? I've come far to honor his name." "Madam, we've all forgotten, And there's only ourselves to blame." • Donovan Baldwin • Painting: All Souls’ Day: Ferdinand Georg Waldmüller and Franz Skarbina

First touch, Whenever, Wherever, It happens, My fingertips, Drifting, Oh, so gently, Along curve of cheek, Thrill of warm flesh touched, Real person, Touched... Not just with words, Chin cupped, Fingertip across your lips, Replaced as I, Kiss you, Lips meeting lips. First time. - Donovan Baldwin

It can be a lonely place This poet's mind, So full of beauty and gaiety, Yet, with only the door Held ajar with a few words, People passing by peek in, And only see stillness, A boring facade, Never imagining all That is passing by Behind those silent eyes. - Donovan Baldwin

Sometimes I imagine teardrops, Small crystals upon your cheeks. I, poet, lover, would have to kiss Each one away, the flavor of Your passion, lingering Upon my lips, Filling me, Forcing me, To cry my tears, In form of loving words, Upon my lips. For you to kiss them too. - Donovan Baldwin

Can you be a girl again, A happy child, In love with dandelions and butterflies, Dreaming of knights in armor, And iridescent dragons, Before the world turned gray, Forced you to become a woman, With dreams pushed down, Pleasure denied... Can you be a girl again? May I help? • Donovan Baldwin

Nothing is as sweet As the first time we meet And start that ancient ritual With that first kiss. In the dark or is it bright That first touching just feels right Eyes open, lips apart The loud beating of two hearts.

I'm retired so now I have the time, and thanks to my wife's intelligent handling of money, and my intelligence of listening to her, I also have the resources to create. While working, I pursued an avocation in freelance cartooning/illustration. I worked for Petersen Publishing on their "Car-Toons Magazine" title. I worked for Ed"Big Daddy"Roth on his t-shirt designs as well as his "Rat Fink Comix" line of comics. I founded the "Salon of Comic and Cartoon Art" at San Francisco State Uni. and have had my cartoons and comix published in anthologies, and titles around the world. I now paint in oils and watercolors, relief printing (lino, and woodcut). I Still cartoon, and am currently finishing up my graphic novel, "Klaus".

Why save foreplay, For just one special portion Of the dance? Why can't foreplay, Be the dance? Why does it have to end, Or always segue To something else. We both love it!!! Let's spend the night Together, In mutual foreplay, Until collapsing Into each other's arms, And heart. - Donovan Baldwin